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Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
I can fly but I have no wings. I can cry but I have no eyes. Wherever I go darkness follows me.
As a state in America I am round on both sides and high in the middle.
I start new then become old. Start clean but become dirty. I usually start big then become little. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.